Even at school she had been thoroughly spoilt, for her winning ways had endeared her to all, and Drake’s strong words had come as a shock. Now her sister was adding to her misery, but she quickly recovered herself and sailed out of the room with rather a pitiable attempt at dignity.
Lady Mildred was annoyed at the occurrence, but she had more weighty thoughts to occupy her mind, and could only wonder how John would receive the advances which she had determined to make. To her great disappointment he did not return, and so soon after six o’clock she commenced to dress for dinner. Latterly she had taken but little interest in her toilet, and her maid was surprised and pleased by the care she took in choosing her gown. At last she was satisfied, and critically examined her reflection in the long mirror. The least vain of women, she knew that she was looking her best, and when she entered the drawing-room, excitement had brought a becoming touch of color to her cheeks.
It was a few minutes before Gaunt entered, and gave a quick glance around the room.
“I haven’t much time to spare,” he said hurriedly, and as he spoke dinner was announced.
During the meal Lady Ethel was particularly gracious to Captain Drake, and practically ignored his brother.
“Drake, we must be going,” Gaunt said after a glance at his watch.
Lady Mildred also rose and accompanied them to the hall.
“Will you be very late, John?” she said nervously.
“No. I shall be back as soon as the meeting is over,” he answered, and could not keep a note of surprise from his voice.
“Then will you come to my room?” she said in a low voice.